//which bones are broken?

It was not in his nature to harm, let alone go on raids and pillage, or whatever else it was people did when they decided more conflict was a great idea. He was more so the person picking up the mess left afterward- that of the people themselves, not any sort of damage to the land or establishments. Pip had...privately considered accompanying The Typhoon whenever they went off to cement their awful relationship with The Pitt, if only so there was someone with them to attend to wounds right there and then, as opposed to forcing them all to limp home with their bared injuries. The reason he hadn't wasn't out of fear of the fighting -despite his own complete and utter lack of experience with it- but instead because he knew himself, and he knew that regardless of which side of the conflict the person fell under, he would help them. He didn't think his fellows would appreciate one of their own working on wounds inflicted on their enemies. They would view it as an act of treason of some sort, wouldn't they? Sometimes he wished he could know how they did it, how they could turn away from someone in need with no remorse.

But he didn't want to know, not really, for fear of what he would learn.

So he kept about his business, working on the first-aid pouches, even gathering seeds with plans to grow his own garden. He was considering placing buckets full of water around the territory in case of another fire when, while making his way through the trees, heard the sound of something falling through branches. Or someone. The canine didn't hesitate to pick up speed, heading for the origin, and when he arrived, it was to a feline motionless on the ground, motionless, potentially unconscious and with what were very likely broken bones.

Pip didn't want to touch her, because he couldn't know the extent of her injuries yet. There were scrapes from where she hit the branches, though, and he pushed the concern back behind professional calm. "Can you hear me? I'm here to help you." He might have to resort to herbal alternatives of waking her.

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//don't worry about it!!

It was...difficult to know what was broken, at times, when he had no way of seeing through skin and muscle to bone; he had never had to treat someone with broken bones yet, so the task was daunting, enough that he momentarily searched for Junji before remembering that at the moment, Pip was the only necro mamba. He further calmed himself forcibly, reiterating that if he became panicked and anxious, it would very likely worsen the situation further. From her breathing, Pip surmised her ribs had taken damage, likely broken, though she wasn't spitting up blood or coughing, which meant that, fortunately, her lungs remained intact, at least for the time being. If he shifted her and it turned out there were rib pieces, that could lead to a puncture, so he wouldn't move her until she regained consciousness.

There wasn't anything he could do for her ribs, so with gentle, careful movements, making certain not to jostle her, the young canine examined her limbs. The front left paw he noted first. There was no compound fracture, thankfully, which were messy, but it wasn't as though he could see precisely anything. There was swelling around the tarsus area, and if it was broken, he would need to immobilize the bones distal and proximal to the area via splint. However, he would not create one just yet, moving on to the shoulder, which was clearly dislocated, and he wouldn't be able to realign it until he knew she wasn't in danger of her ribs worsening. The hind leg -what he could make of it, from how she laid- had swelling at the femur area.

Again, he would need to move her for that. For now, he decided to dress the gashes from the branches, gently cleaning them with saline and applying comfrey poultices, over which went plantain leaves. She would likely be very sore, so he made a mental note to arrange a warm salt bath for her later.

The canine stepped away, rummaging in his satchel, retrieving materials to fashion a splint. He would have to measure the sticks to her limb, and he broke off pieces to a suitable length. Around part of her paw and up the ulna Pip wrapped a padded cloth, to cushion the splint when he secured it, which was going to be...tricky. In the end, he had the opposite side's stick kept in place via a stone to prop it against, with a paw pressing the closest side's stick in place while he used his jaws to tie them firmly.

It was the most he could do for now without moving her too much.

//edit because i am dumb
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